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    Up from the Sea


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      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

      Text copyright © 2016 by Leza Lowitz

      Cover art and design by Ray Shappell

      Hand lettering copyright © 2016 by Alison Carmichael

      All rights reserved. Published in the United States byCrown Books for Young Readers, an imprint of Random House Children’s Books, a division of Penguin Random House LLC, New York.

      Crown and the colophon are registered trademarks of Penguin Random House LLC.

      Lyrics translated from “Tohoku Ondo” by Ken Odajima and Hachiro Sato copyright © 1965 by Kahoku Shimpo Publishing Co., used with permission of the publisher and Sato Hachiro Memorial Museum.

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      Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

      Lowitz, Leza.

      Up from the sea / Leza Lowitz.

      pages cm.

      Summary: A novel in verse about the March 2011 tsunami that sent Japan into chaos, told from the point-of-view of Kai, a biracial teenaged boy.

      ISBN 978-0-553-53474-0 (trade)—ISBN 978-0-553-53475-7 (lib. bdg.)— ISBN 978-0-553-53476-4 (ebook)

      1. Tohoku Earthquake and Tsunami, Japan, 2011—Juvenile fiction. [1. Tohoku Earthquake and Tsunami, Japan, 2011—Fiction. 2. Racially mixed people—Fiction. 3. Japan—Fiction.] I. Title.

      PZ7.L96548Up 2016 [Fic]—dc23 2014048672

      Random House Children’s Books supports the First Amendment and celebrates the right to read.

      v4.1

      a

      Cover

      Title Page

      Copyright

      Dedication

      Epigraph

      Preface

      Spring

      Adrift

      My Town—

      March 11—

      I Do

      The Clock

      My Knees

      Keiko! Come On!

      School Sways And Tilts

      Loudspeakers Announce

      Sirens

      Like a Bullet Train

      Almost at the Mountain Base—

      Fingers Shaking

      Scccc​hhh​llll​llll​lllll​uuu​uuu—

      Five Blocks Across Town

      Heart Pounding

      Another Quake

      Black Monster

      We Make It

      Shin! Ryu! Aki-Sensei! Keiko!

      Bridge Heaves

      Into the Wave

      The Pine Tree

      Can’t Give Up

      Silent

      Afloat

      Facedown

      Staggering Toward Me

      Big Black Dirt

      In the Auditorium

      But I Need to Know

      My Eyes Land

      Then We’re Slammed

      If the Quakes Continue

      The Shaking Stops

      Hands And Feet Numb

      We Section Off

      Amidst

      In My Dreams

      Wind Blows the Doors Open

      Tiptoeing Like a Ninja

      Aki-Sensei Runs Over

      Back In My Corner

      Looking Up

      Then We See

      Onigiri!

      The Radio Tells of Whole Villages

      After the Principal Leaves

      I’m About to Make a Break For It

      He Puts His Arm Around Me

      Pulling My Hood Up Over My Head

      Obaachan’s Sweater—

      At Least

      Obaachan And Ojiichan

      Shin, Keiko, And I Keep Busy

      Whoa! I Think I Felt That Before It Happened!

      Later We Trudge Up the Hill

      Bowing Low

      See This? Shin Asks

      In the Hospital Parking Lot—

      Dad Had Round Glasses

      I Still Remember

      Didn’t Even Know

      Don’t Need Dog Ears

      For Seventeen Years

      Rain Beats Down

      I Need to Go Back Home

      The Suzukis’ Yellow House

      Warped Skeleton

      Where Are the Wishes

      Wonder Where

      In the Rubble

      Ashore

      Two Weeks After the Tsunami

      Baseball Players, Models, Movie Stars

      On Graduation Day

      Shin’s Family

      People Talk About

      Nothing Is Normal

      Wasn’t That the Same Boat

      What’s Left Is Just a Memory

      Until the Day

      Don’t Notice

      A Few Days Later

      Yes!

      Tattered Ball Under My Arm

      When I Was His Age

      From Then On

      I Thought Things Would Get Better

      I Was Midfielder—

      Some Famous Japanese Players

      I Didn’t Have Close Friends—

      Mom And Dad Cheered Me On

      One Day Dad Went to the Pine Forest

      We Kept On

      My World Became One Small Ball—

      I Dreamed of Hearing Dad

      It Hurt Too Much to Hope

      Summer

      Astray

      It’s Been Forty-Nine Days

      I Carry a Red Snapper

      Down By the Broken Bridge

      Safe Travels

      My Little Boat

      I Finally Give In

      I’m Playing Soccer With Guts

      In a Second

      I Run Up the Hill to the Mountains

      I Never Should Have

      I Guess I Could Try to Track Him Down.

      Night Falls

      Keiko Looks Straight at Me

      I Wish

      Everyone’s Wishing These Days—

      The Little Kids Have Lots of Wishes.

      What Are You Going to Wish For?

      How Will the Cowherd And His Weaver Meet

      Ryu Was Stronger

      It Does Not Rain On Tanabata—

      My Tanabata Wish Always Hung

      Aloft

      I Shove Clothes Into My Pack

      Running Through My Ruined Town

      In a Neighboring Town

      I Tell Him About Ryu

      You’d Better Get Back

      The Moon On the Water

      Arm Over Arm

      Don’t Know

      Taro Nishi, That Crazy Ninja

      What Did You Come Here For?

      Old Man Sato Is at the Pier

      There’s a Saying In Coastal Towns—

      Keiko Rushes to the Auditorium Door

      Kenji Came Back, Too

      I’m Kenji, He Says

      Will You Come? He Asks

      Kenji Knows, Too.

      Keiko Watches

      I Take Deep Breaths

      Keiko Jumps Up

      We Leave September Fifth

      Three Weeks to English

      Still Want to Believe

      O-Bon Will Be Here Soon—

      Fireflies Light Up the Sky

      I Watch the Women Sway To

      Fall

      Ascend

      Wish Mom Were Here

      Driving With the Top Down

      Two Other Coastal Kids

      On the Plane

      Maybe They Can Hear

      Don’t Even Notice

      Strange Music

      Tom’s a Big, Tall Man

      It Took a Long Time

      Where Were You When the Quake Struck?

      I Tell Them Things

      Masa Tells Them

      I Talk About Keiko

      Sho Ga
    Nai—It Can’t Be Helped.

      Tomo Was at Her Family’s Store

      Maybe That’s the Silver Lining

      I Keep the Words In Mind

      The Granite Holes

      A Nine-Year-Old

      I Take the Busted Cell Phone

      Leaving the Monument

      In the Middle of Broadway

      When I Tell Tom, He Doesn’t Ask

      We Split Off From the Group

      Take Your Time, Tom Says.

      Things Change.

      No Answer.

      Maybe Dad Left This Apartment Years Ago

      First Thing In the Morning

      It’s Our Last Night Here—

      Arrive

      As We Fly Back Over the Pacific

      Shin And His Family

      When I Say Good-Bye

      We Drive Up the Coast

      If I Hadn’t Climbed It

      In Town

      At the Shelter, Keiko Is Knitting Booties

      It Gets Even Better

      We Teach the Kids

      Guts Follows Me Everywhere

      Every Day We Clear the Land

      Every Day We Practice

      Anything Can Happen.

      The Quake Moved the Earth

      Word Gets Out

      Eleven Players On Each Side—

      My Eyes Lock On Taro

      Before I Even See Her

      When Halftime Ends

      Then Something Changes—

      I Hear Him Before I See Him

      I Wave, And Dad Waves Back.

      Something Takes Over

      Notepads In Hand

      Reporters Come Closer

      We Line Up to Bow

      Then Dad’s Next to Me

      Guts Runs Up to Give Me Five.

      Dad And I Go Out For Ramen

      Dad Stays to Help Me

      Principal Kunihara Handed Us Our Diplomas

      I Tell Dad This

      Looking at the Photo

      That Night

      I Dream of Mom

      When I Wake Up

      When Dad Asks If I’ll Go Back

      I Think of All the People Here—

      Afterword

      Acknowledgments

      About the Author

      perseverance becomes its own kind of strength

      JAPANESE SAYING

      At 2:46 p.m. on Friday, March 11, 2011, a 9.0-magnitude earthquake struck the Tohoku region of Honshu, Japan, 231 miles northeast of Tokyo. It was the strongest temblor ever to hit that quake-prone country. It lasted six minutes. After the quake struck, a massive tsunami followed. The Pacific Ocean lifted from the seafloor and slammed into 300 miles of coastline. The tsunami—one of the largest ever recorded, with waves reaching up to 133 feet—swept five miles inland, destroying entire villages. The earthquake moved the main island of Japan eight feet east and shifted the Earth on its axis between four and ten inches. One hundred fifty-five miles up the coast from Tokyo, the six-reactor Fukushima Daiichi nuclear plant was also damaged, causing a dangerous nuclear meltdown. There were 11,106 aftershocks, many measuring over 7 on the Richter scale.

      Approximately 15,889 people died, 6,152 were injured, and 2,601 people are still missing. And 127,290 buildings were destroyed, with a million more severely damaged in the Tohoku region, an area known for its rich history and folklore, delicious mackerel and oysters, the scenic beauty of the pine-studded islands of Matsushima, and the resilience of its people. Thousands in the affected areas are still living in temporary housing. It will take decades for the region to fully recover, but the strength and courage of the Tohoku people remain unshakable.

      MY TOWN—

      Didn’t love it,

      didn’t hate it—

      it was just

      where I lived.

      In the back of my mind,

      there was always New York,

      where Dad lived a life

      I could only imagine—

      far from this sleepy town

      with its ponds and pines,

      temples and tea,

      wooden houses

      falling into each other

      like sailors wobbly

      from too much sake,

      days as predictable

      as the tides.

      In the back of my mind,

      I’d graduate from high school,

      leave the place

      Dad left

      behind.

      MARCH 11—

      Mom rode her bike to the oyster farm,

      pulled shell clusters from the ocean,

      pried the oysters off the mother shells,

      washed the sludge away.

      Obaachan*1 picked wild ferns on the mountain.

      Ojiichan*2 fixed a busted light on his sanma*3 boat.

      Shin’s dad washed his taxi in their garage,

      bleached the seat covers white as bone.

      Shin, Ryu, and I walked to school together—

      Ryu juggling his soccer ball the whole way.

      We planned to skateboard by the seawall

      after school, but we never made it.

      Just an ordinary spring morning,

      ordinary fight with Mom.

      Maybe she spoke to me in English

      and I answered in Japanese—

      don’t even remember now.

      Maybe I threw my dirty socks onto the floor

      or left the toilet seat up again.

      Whatever it was seems so stupid

      at 2:46 p.m., when I’m sitting in math

      waiting for the bell to ring

      and the earth starts to shake.

      I DO

      what they’ve taught us since nursery school—

      bring my knees to my chest, cover my head.

      The desks rattle,

      the window frames buckle,

      the building creaks

      from side to side,

      no one runs out.

      We laugh, thinking we’ll

      get out of school early,

      thinking the quake will stop

      like the others always have.

      But the shaking continues,

      stronger and stronger,

      not caring at all

      what we thought.

      THE CLOCK

      flies off the wall.

      Time stops.

      Windows shatter.

      We dive under desks—

      this time for real.

      The earth jolts us over

      and over.

      It’s like getting kicked up

      from the ground

      and thrown

      from side to side

      and punched

      in the stomach

      all at once.

      Aki-sensei shouts:

      Evacuate!

      Evacuate!

      his voice fierce,

      urgent.

      MY KNEES

      shake,

      my legs

      shake,

      my hands

      shake,

      but somehow

      I manage

      to stumble

      out from under my desk,

      stand up,

      scramble to pull

      the yellow vest

      and hard hat

      free,

      put them on,

      throw the

      emergency pack

      onto my back.

      We rush out of the room—

      all except for Keiko Inoue,

      curled under her desk,

      long legs tucked into

      her chest,

      frozen.

      KEIKO! COME ON!

      We’ve got to go! I shout.

      She doesn’t budge.

      I reach out,

      but she won’t

      take my hand.

      Get up! Get UP!

      NOW!

      Her dark

      brown eyes won’t focus—

      she’s not there.

      The wall cracks,

      splits in half

      with a groan.

      Taro Nishi pushes me aside,

     
    ; kicks over the desk,

      scoops up Keiko,

      slings her like a deer

      over his broad shoulders.

      So relieved

      to be out

      of the building—

      then I look at Taro

      carrying Keiko,

      think:

      Wish it had been me.

      SCHOOL SWAYS AND TILTS,

      playground cracks,

      classroom crumbles,

      cinder blocks shower,

      sheets of wall collapse.

      Roof buckles into itself,

      tiles rain down

      with chunks of concrete,

      shards of glass.

      In the distance,

      water sloshes over

      the edge of the pool.

      I close my eyes,

      pray I’ll wake up

      from this nightmare,

      pray that everything

      will be normal again.

      LOUDSPEAKERS ANNOUNCE

      Tsunami!

      A tsunami is coming!

      It’s been drilled into us

      since nursery school—

      a tsunami always

      follows a quake.

      Still,

      I never thought

      I’d be

      this close to one—

      too close to one

      right here,

      right

      now.

      SIRENS

      break through

      the eerie silence.

      Then Aki-sensei shouts:

      Higher ground!

      Get to higher ground!

      Another quake

      shakes the earth

      beneath our feet,

      jolts us sideways,

      almost knocks us down.

      LIKE A BULLET TRAIN

      we speed off

      toward the mountains

      behind the school.

      First straight lines,

      then chaos,

      scurrying toward safety.

      I turn around,

      keep my eye on Shin

      behind me—

      tall, thin Shin,

      he says he’s got my back.

      Ryu’s up ahead,

      strong thighs pumping.

      Hurry up, everyone! he shouts,

      moving quick as lightning.

      I’m fast, too.

      That’s what Coach Inoue

      always said—

      fastest boy in town—

      gotta prove him right.

      Gotta make it up the hill!

      Come on!

      We’re going to be all right!

      Ryu shouts, even though

      everyone knows

      the water will

      be coming soon.

      Dirt flying at our heels,

      ocean at our backs,

      we funnel our bodies

      into narrow streets,

      zigzag around rubble—

      once-peaceful town

      now a war zone.

     


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